Poems in praise of the motherland don t need to be too long

Only the judge knows how to feel sorry for people.

The writing is not very good sorry I can't do anything about it.

Knock, knock, knock......

The loud sound of the Oriental salute in the sky.

It is the thunder drum of the awakening of the Chinese nation that is beating.

It woke up the lion of the East that had been sleeping for a hundred years.

It started the long-stranded Chinese ship.

It focuses the eyes of the whole world.

It struck the wild delusions of the high.

Happy smiles bloom on the faces of hundreds of millions of Chinese.

The tide of excitement is surging up and down in people's hearts, flowing everywhere, and this big ship sets sail against the wind and waves.

Our poet captain, standing at the bow of the ship and gazing in contemplation.

His poems are romantic, heroic, and powerful.

His decisions are like his poems.

Our great ship has defeated the behemoth of the east.

Our big ship, scared off the black bears of the north.

Our big ship has hurt the fat elephants in the southwest.

Our poet captain is in high spirits.

We revere him as a great leader, and we praise him as the king of romance.

He raised his arms and shouted, wanting our big ship to fly.

He spun in place, trying to gather strength.

But he is too authoritative, too powerful.

Our big ship rocked with it.

O our poet captain, keep spinning.

Turning his tremendous energy.

Some of our big dilapidated ships have also been lost in the spin.

Hello Motherland, Hello Motherland.

Your children are praying for you.

May your family be happy and everyone happy.

Sweet and sweet good day with laughter and laughter.

Hello Motherland, Hello Motherland.

We all live in your arms.

May you have a safe year and all the best.

The weather is bustling and lively.

Hello Motherland, Hello Motherland.

The ends of the earth began to sing.

The land of China is soaring and the tiger is leaping.

Hello Motherland, Hello Motherland.

We wish the motherland a better tomorrow.

The motherland will have a better tomorrow.

Motherland, you are like our mother,

In the minds of the Chinese.

You are Pangu, you are Nuwa.

You are Dayu, you are the emperor.

You are Bai Juyi's "Long Hate Song".

You are Cao Xueqin's "Dream of Red Mansions".

My motherland, the mountains are majestic, the majestic peaks overlook the wind and rain of history, and the twilight is vast, allowing the wind and clouds to pass by.

The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years, calmly and unhurriedly.

In my motherland, the great river is rushing, the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history, the torrent is brave, washing away the pollution of a hundred years, and the stormy waves crash against the canyon and how many bumps of fate have been raised.

Ah, Mother Motherland!

Thousands of rivers are your scattered hair, the mountains are your green blood, the water of Dongting Lake is your bright eyes, the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is your tough backbone, Beijing is your beating heart, the mountains and rivers of Guilin are the jade on your head, and the earth dotted with plum trees and peonies is your clothes.

I would like to be a poem, a painting, a song, and sing your praises forever:

My mother – the People's Republic of China.

- O Motherland!

I'm the old watermill on your riverside.

Weaving tired songs for hundreds of years.

I am the blackened miner's lamp on your forehead.

As you grope in the tunnels of history.

I am a shriveled ear of rice; It is a roadbed in disrepair.

It's a barge on a mudflat.

Put the rope deeply.

Stranded into your shoulders.

Even if all the treasures and honors of the world were given to me, I would not leave my homeland.

Because love for the motherland is above all else.

Dying for the motherland is the most beautiful fate!

I am yours, my motherland!

This heart and this soul of mine;

If I don't love you, who can I love?

Whether this will work or not, I composed some patriotic quotes.

I hope it will be of some use to you, and I wish you a happy day.

The motherland is always bright, how to be honest.

Combining attack and defense with the United States, when is it right or wrong?

Hope it works for you. Spend the past to stay.

What is the Motherland?

It's something I've been thinking about all these years.

Someone said: "Motherland."

To use a most apt analogy.

That's Mother! ”

There is nothing wrong with that!

But I always felt a little one-sided.

What is the Motherland?

Some people say it's home, it's home.

Some people say it's a group.

But I said: "Motherland."

First and foremost, it should be a sense of belonging.

It's a kind of anytime and anywhere.

A title that can be proud.

is a face of contempt.

A kind of stubbornness that can also hold its head high.

Motherland she should also have a kind of mother.

A broader mind.

The earth was but an explanation for her.

She makes thousands of wanderers out there.

A kind of concern in the heart.

It's a kind of poverty and ugliness.

I can't let go of it.

Reluctant attachment.

The motherland should be more of the same emotion.

is a kind even in a foreign land.

To this round of bright moon.

I will also think of a kind of longing.

Let the wronged child.

The urge to throw yourself into your arms right away.

No more than the affection of loved ones.

No more than the nostalgia of lovers.

It's a sublimated emotion.

It is an imprint that is imprinted on the mind.

If the motherland needs it (I'm a special forces) Chen Platoon.

If the motherland needs it, please bury me in a distant hill, let my body grow an invisible barrier, and my comrades-in-arms will shed tears for me;

If the motherland needs it, please let me hold the hot steel gun tightly, let my hands hold a vicissitudes of red sun, the cold earth, will soothe my wounds;

Ah, Mother Motherland!

Thousands of rivers are your scattered hair, the mountains are your green blood, the water of Dongting Lake is your bright eyes, the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau is your tough backbone, Beijing is your beating heart, the mountains and rivers of Guilin are the jade on your head, and the earth dotted with plum trees and peonies is your clothes.

I would like to be a poem, a painting, a song, and sing your praises forever:

My mother – the People's Republic of China.

Chinese dragon, take off, the 21st century is the stage for you to star!

One sentence smells a lot.

There is a saying that is a curse, and there is a saying that can light a fire.

Don't look at the five thousand years without saying it, can you guess through the silence of the volcano?

Maybe it was a sudden enchantment, and suddenly a thunderbolt in the blue sky.

Burst: Our China! ”

What does this teach me to say today?

If you don't believe that the iron tree can bloom, then there is a sentence you listen to:

Wait for the volcano to be silent, don't tremble, stick out your tongue, pause, and wait until a thunderbolt in the blue sky.

Burst: Our China! ”